Jiang Ci didn't say anything.

Continue to look at the ground in silence.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the little beggar sat cross-legged on the ground, sitting opposite him, holding his chin and stopping talking.

It took me a moment of quietness for more than ten minutes.

The boy's slightly hoarse voice rang.

"May I have your name."

The little beggar almost fell asleep.

As soon as he heard him speak, he quickly woke up and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"I don't have a name." The little beggar scratched his head awkwardly.

There was also a hair on his head.

Very similar to Lin Mo.

In the past, he hated this kind of irregular hairstyle.

However, because Lin Mo had a stubborn hair, he actually felt that his hairstyle was not straight and seemed very cute.

This leads to it.

He would never throw the little beggar out.

He actually... looks very much like the sixteen-year-old Lin Mo.

"No name?" Jiang Ci glanced at him lightly, "Why don't he have a name?"

"Where are so many whys?" The little beggar held his chin, just like Lin Mo's habitual movements. "If there are so many things in the world, you have to know why, wouldn't that be very tired?"

"I think, sometimes, it's not good to know too much."

"It's better to be heartless."

The little beggar grimaced at Jiang Ci, as if he was secretly making him happy.

Don't you know why?

Jiang Ci was stunned.

So, he didn't know why Lin Mo forgot him, right?

The little beggar stopped talking when he saw him.

He hurriedly said, "Brother, just say it. I think if I keep holding it in, I will definitely suffocate myself to death."

"It would be better to say it."

"I swear! I will never go out and talk nonsense!"

The little beggar held up three fingers, looking confident.

That dirty face, torn clothes...

Jiang Ci looked at him and his originally depressed heart was getting better.

Maybe it's really too depressing.

Jiang Ci took out a box of pink sugar from his pocket.

Not sent.

Looking at it in a daze.

It's like talking to yourself, or it's like telling a very long and sweet story.

"In the past, there was a very rich young master..."

Recalling all the past, little by little.

The chest is sour and sweet.

Those are every minute and every second he spent with Lin Mo.

It's only three months.

But it seems that it has been so many for thirty years.

The little beggar listened seriously.

Feeling the pampering and joy, sadness and sorrow in Jiang Ci's eyes that could not be covered up even when he was talking.

She looked at it from the bottom of her heart.

I began to envy the girl.

I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other forever.

This is very rare.

Why doesn't that young lady want this big brother?

She felt that the eldest brother was the best person she had ever seen.

Listen to other people's stories.

Feel the joys, sorrows and sorrows of others.

The little beggar had a dangerous idea for a moment...

Instead of forgetting one and guarding the other, it feels so uncomfortable and painful.

Wouldn't it be better to forget both of them together?

If others don’t know how to cherish, there are still many people who know how to cherish it.

What's more, in her cognition.

Being spoiled is happy no matter what level it is.

Why.

Poor brother.

Now can you only live with the memories of that young lady?

Feeling distressed.

She silently remembered every detail Jiang Ci said in her heart.

What she didn't expect was.

In the near future, it will come in handy.
Chapter completed!